It's not really propaganda. The typical SS member does not represent the general population. There are lots of people out there who are suffering. There are also lost who in general are doing fine.
If we do not represent the general population, how is that a motivation to press onwards? What is the endgame exactly?
"Life should not be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather a skid in broadside in a cloud of smoke, throughly used up, totally worn out, proclaiming, what a ride!" Hunter S. Thompson.
I put this quote in for a damn good reason. One, I love baseball so it's a great analogy. I can still skip past these last 5 years and look at times even 6 years ago that were hilarious and wonderful. But when I was young, man did I have FUN. I mean, I took my damn good time growing up, and it was possible to do that then. I always worked hard, but goddamn did I play hard. In my last few days on Earth I'm calling my best friend from high school to say goodbye. He is the only person IRL understands and will allow me to do so. After goodbye, I hope to spend the rest of our conversation recounting every crazy stunt we pulled in our youth. How we aren't dead already is amazing. Or that we didn't go to juvie jail. That is my "what a ride" time, as being young should be.
After that, I want to reflect on my years of self-reflection and alone time mountain climbing. I was alone so long I could tolerate loneliness after awhile. And I was a hot chick in my youth, (now I'm older hot chick) so I could have easily hooked up and started a family. But I did not want all my problems to interfere with a child's happiness. When do the young people here have time from their academic pressures or their 2 and 3 jobs to take long journeys or adventures anymore? You do realize many here are also physically suffering?
If I had the money, I would open a goddamn SS commune. My point is, everyone here needs to be taken very seriously about suicide, especially young people. Where is the fun now, exactly? Every minute has to be carefully landscaped so we look beautiful and our lives are awesome. When all there really is to life is love and work. And most people struggle with one or both. I don't know how many nights I spent hanging out where I forgot to wax my eyebrows, or my hair was a grease pit. But I didn't have to document every minute of my night like it was "everything." There was no need to present myself as some gorgeous diva indulging in Food Porn, or some other nonsense. Speaking of porn, if you hooked up with someone, sex was sex. There wasn't all this amazing, crazy porn out there to create unrealistic expectations about how amazing it is. Do you read? There's plenty of information on how difficult it is for young women to speak up about what they like after millions of views of women taking no time at all to warm up or get comfortable. And I'm not anti-porn, it's just another example of how distorted everything is now.
Good lord, did that go off the rails. Let me state for the record: I am NOT SAYING: Young people kill yourself now. I am saying what brings young people here is understandable from just a baseline view of their lives IMHO. Then I start PMing or moving past an initial dislike of someone posting and start to hear them. Cyber-bullying, people living with autism who can talk to us just fine but see no hope for the future, shit jobs for shit pay, lack of health care, cameras and phones everywhere so one slip up can be recorded for eternity. THAT all needs to be taken seriously. Where is the spontaneity and joy in life when you're always worried about the future, what you say, how you look, etc?
"Normal" friends (sort of, it's hard keeping up with people,) of mine are being prescribed anti-anxiety meds and some have started smoking weed. These are people who are financially secure and had wonderful families growing up, with wonderful children of their own. But they are worried all the time, and they can't put a finger on it. Their kids are worried.
So I'm not sure what your point is that we don't represent the "average" population? Your world view could be as completely dysfunctional as ours, but it's just that society co-signs on your bullshit, so you "fit in." In other words, sanctioned. Do you even see the posts where people are encouraged to seek help? Or that as a community we decided to grow and add a recovery forum? I'm so glad it's here, because it's people going to get get help and sharing about all the barriers that exist in getting real help. It isn't mindfulness and positive thinking and you're magically cured. My therapist told me recently that the new graduates doing therapy are really motivated, and their dedication makes up for their lack of experience. Maybe they will pave the way to true reform in mental health care, that's my hope.
We're not a bucket of crabs pulling down anyone who makes it to the top. I'm searching for the right words, and I only have one, LOVE. There's infighting and arguing here, there's snarkiness and pot-shots. But in some ways, we are a family, and a lot of people don't have that IRL.
What I do know is that it would be wonderful if we could all move forward and maybe judge and assume less? I don't know your situation, but again, I don't like being compared to the "average," person. My guess is most people here are above average, which more studies are showing is depressing in itself.
This isn't even really about Ms. Shatto or her mother anymore. This is a larger problem that could be the beginning of a more honest dialogue about suicide. It's hard to evaluate a situation involving a group of society's most stigmatized people, and a family immersed in such horrific grief.
@Tortured_empath, I know I mentioned you a few times, but I respect your ability to view things from the mother's side of things. Even if I disagree with the crusade she's leading, how else could we expect her to act?
I know this post was long, but I hope I made some kind of sense to someone. If it ends up on FB, I really don't even want to know. I posted earlier I'm starting to feel ghoulish about monitoring this family's grief process. I don't care if they're making it everyone's business, I'd like to go back to minding my own.